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The scent of chlorine stung Leo’s nostrils, a sharp reminder of the countless hours spent splashing in the community pool with Finn. Now, Finn didn’t even glance his way. The same pool, the same memories, yet a vast and chilling divide. "Excuse me," he said, his voice a low growl as he bumped Finn’s shoulder, sending a cascade of water over his newly bought gym bag.

The splash was intentional. He'd spent the last month re-acquiring his membership, memorizing Finn's workout schedule. He watched Finn’s face contort in annoyance.

Leo casually grabbed a towel, feigning concern. “Oh, my bad. Didn't see you there.” He knew he was being rude. The knot in his stomach tightened with each carefully chosen word, each calculated movement.